Christmas presents at my door step! But not for a greedy reason. In orchestrating this job and housing move, the house is not Christmas like nor is my shopping completed. I feel the worst about it for Adam.
I felt such relief when I saw the presents. “Aunt” Shell can always be counted on and is the real rock of all the holidays. And little surprises from Ruth up north, whom I’ve never personally met, floored me. I am a fortunate daddy. Thank you, thank you, thank you! It made our Christmas.